Yo, Isn't This Lord Feng?
Editor: Atlas Studios
Outside the Martial Inspectorate, a carriage slowly arrived.
A group of people followed behind the carriage. All of them wore bamboo hats and raincoats. They were clad in black embroidered clothes and carried long sabers at their waists.
Their neat and uniform steps had long become habitual.
With such an imposing manner, one could tell at a glance that they were trained in the army. As they walked, they carried a murderous aura.
The guards at the Martial Inspectorate subconsciously straightened their bodies.
It was unknown which government office these group were from.
The carriage stopped at the entrance, and the guard heaved a sigh of relief.
That was because they recognized Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jin was still dressed the same as before. He got out of the car and used the umbrella to clear the rain, ensuring that Su Wen's clothes would not be drenched.
Su Wen got out of the car and stretched lazily before walking in.